Centering Risk Communication on Active Listening
Listening in the Time of the COVID-19 Pandemic: Ignoring What We Listen to May Not Be Our Fault
The Spirituality of Listening
Ethical Listening…Do You Hear What I Hear?
I hear you : Comments on the Sound Practice of Listening
Typically, hearing is contrasted to listening, and such comparisons almost always favor listening. This dichotomy substitutes for the more complex understanding that there is no single type of listening, but rather, to employ a technique derived from general semantics, we can say that there are multiple varieties of listenings.
Listening and Not Listening to Voices of Women Who Worked as Maids in the Jim Crow South
Can We Communicate without Listening?
How Listening Filters Cause Misunderstanding
For decades I’ve been writing and thinking about the system of communication to develop ways for us to better understand each other.
Listening as Service: The Gift of Receptivity
There some ancient wisdom to the effect that the path to the spiritual, as well as material, success in life comes through love, meditation, and service—for some
An Ode To Listening
It is the spaces between the keys on the piano, the intervals between drops of rain in a storm, the branches of a tree swaying in a breeze, the vertices of a snowflake cascading its way down through the crispy icy air, the sun’s rays hitting the pedestrian as he wends his way home, the time passing between unhurried breaths and the time hastily spent worrying about how a breath may be delivered in a song or a speech or even in a kiss, the love between two people or maybe an entire nation, the color of a favorite food or the sky or the earth, the longing of a distant cry or the sniffling cry nearby, the warmth of a parent toward child, the length and breadth and depth of a lifetime or the span in nanoseconds of a moment, the need to be heard alongside the one who’s being summoned to hear, the invocation of praise, the excommunication of a heretic, the willingness to proceed with a desired action, the denial of a given action, the imprints as they are squished in ecstatic merriment made in puddles left by a persevering rain, the cautious croaking of a bullfrog or the majestic squawking of a goose or a swan or a crane or a heron in flight–such an exhausting array of listening–too much for one listener to internalize at one time, never enough to realize the scope of the living.